It might by the biggest county in the country says Rory Smith but the football landscape in Yorkshire is barren compared with their Pennine neighbours

May 14, 2000. That was the day the White Rose bloomed.

One goal was enough, one header. David Wetherall, the sort of central defender for whom the term “good, honest pro” was invented, was the hero, the dream-forger. It was Wetherall who scored the goal that kept Bradford City in the rarefied air of what was then the FA Carling Premiership. It was Wetherall whose goal ensured Liverpool’s defeat at Valley Parade, and in doing so, secured Leeds United’s place in the Champions League. That adventure would take them to Rome, Madrid, La Coruña and Valencia, to the very gates